01-09-2017, 06:18 PM
Rhae
He repeated it back. His every touch was a burst of fire against her skin. She found she couldn't think straight when he was like this with her, and it had nothing to do with his magic. At least, she didn't think it did. It was too real, too raw. Too natural. A fog of passion.
"Come with me" he beckoned so softly, his rich gold reluctantly parting from her chocolate brown. She felt the loss of him immediately. So odd. This new Bruise contrasted so completely with the other, the monster. This one was perfect. Too perfect? It was a frightening thought, unwelcome and quickly swept aside. No, this was real. He was hers. This is what she wanted.
"I have something to show you," he said. Her heart tripped around in her chest. Something for her? Dark skin quivered, various thoughts coming all at once. Something, though... Something was solid and cold in her breast. A warning? If it was a dream, she didn't want to ever wake. He wouldn't -couldn't- be pretending, right? The fear of it gripped her with icy fingers, piercing into her. Her heart bled, and she hesitated.
Bruise? she said uncertainly. Her weight shifted, her eyes looked away, glanced around. That was odd, too, that she could hold his gaze so easily when everyone else only saw a curtain of milky hair. It must mean something. That this was meant to be. He was meant for her, this new Bruise. Everything was perfect. Don't mess this up. But her eyes shook with the fear of losing him. Him? Was it Bruise that she wanted, or the connection?
Both.
It was his please that ended it. The monster would never say please. Never. He would demand, he would take. A shy smile washed away the conflict in her face. She stepped in then, following his small retreat from her side, filling the distance. Faithful little thing. Her dark mouth reached for him again, her Bruise.
Anywhere, she whispered, her doubt held close and secret.
"Come with me" he beckoned so softly, his rich gold reluctantly parting from her chocolate brown. She felt the loss of him immediately. So odd. This new Bruise contrasted so completely with the other, the monster. This one was perfect. Too perfect? It was a frightening thought, unwelcome and quickly swept aside. No, this was real. He was hers. This is what she wanted.
"I have something to show you," he said. Her heart tripped around in her chest. Something for her? Dark skin quivered, various thoughts coming all at once. Something, though... Something was solid and cold in her breast. A warning? If it was a dream, she didn't want to ever wake. He wouldn't -couldn't- be pretending, right? The fear of it gripped her with icy fingers, piercing into her. Her heart bled, and she hesitated.
Bruise? she said uncertainly. Her weight shifted, her eyes looked away, glanced around. That was odd, too, that she could hold his gaze so easily when everyone else only saw a curtain of milky hair. It must mean something. That this was meant to be. He was meant for her, this new Bruise. Everything was perfect. Don't mess this up. But her eyes shook with the fear of losing him. Him? Was it Bruise that she wanted, or the connection?
Both.
It was his please that ended it. The monster would never say please. Never. He would demand, he would take. A shy smile washed away the conflict in her face. She stepped in then, following his small retreat from her side, filling the distance. Faithful little thing. Her dark mouth reached for him again, her Bruise.
Anywhere, she whispered, her doubt held close and secret.